The injured Lin Jin did not have to wait long. With the Weavers' miraculous Spirit Thread and medical techniques, his external wounds were hardly a problem.
He had been settled in the finest suite in the entire Distant Village to rest.
The vessels were all piled on and around Lin Jin, clearly treating him as their protector and seeking a sense of safety.
But the little ones neither spoke nor made a sound, and no one could tell what they were looking at. This left the Weavers trying to ask about the specifics of Nox's nest rather troubled.
The rescued Weaver young had returned home safely, and additional guards had been stationed around the village. A pair of devout stalking disciples followed the crimson blood trail Lin Jin had left behind and eventually found Nosk's nest.
According to their report, the nest had been destroyed in the battle. As for Nosk, judging by the scent left at the scene, their preliminary conclusion was that the beast had been burned to ashes.
Herrah sat in her room, deep in thought. All this information was useful.
Clearly, despite this "Nox" speaking so gently, he remained a force that could not be ignored and had to be handled with care.
Before he had succumbed to exhaustion, Herrah had learned from him that he was a traveler from beyond Hallownest.
He had only stumbled upon Nosk's nest because he had been lured there, and it was only his martial skills that had allowed him to narrowly turn defeat into victory.
Reasonable. Far too reasonable. There was nothing wrong with that account.
"But that is precisely why the lack of a problem is the biggest problem."
Herrah narrowed her eyes. Her instincts as a beast told her that there was something suspicious about his words.